Disclaimer: I don't own Hagaren, but I DO own this Fic! D

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Can't I masturbate in peace? The phone kept ringing. Annoyed, Roy went out and got the phone. "Mustang, is there anything I can do for you on this lovely afternoon?" Roy drawled sarcastically while yawning.

The serious reply on the other end made Roy shiver. "How is Ed? I heard he was hurt. What happened?" Hawkeye was always serious, and she could see through the slickest of lies.

Regardless, Roy tried to lie anyway. "Oh! Yeah, Ed's fine! He's just a bit tired. Though he will require my attention for a while, I don't think it's anything too serious." He bit his lip. Hawkeye was probably going to bark at him until he told her why, which he wasn't about to do.

"Nothing too serious? What are you trying to pull? You trying to get me to do your paperwork for you?"

Roy shrugged. "No, no. You can leave it here with me, and I'll do it while I'm watching Ed."

"Sir, I'll be there in 5!" She hung up, and Roy knew she was going to bring him extra paperwork just for the hassel. At least it didn't go too bad. She never asked anything else about Ed.

Ed moved a bit. Roy walked over to him and sat down. "Do you remember?"

The boy stroked his chin a bit. "Remember what?"

"Who you are, what happened to you, who I am, anything!"

He looked at the ceiling with interest. "You're Roy, the bastard Colonel. You just...well...yeah...And no, I don't know who I am, but you keep mentioning Ed."

Roy laughed at that first comment. That sounded just like Ed. Roy began to think of the best way to approach this little problem. "You're name is Ed." He paused for a second, letting that sink in. "You've forgotten who you are, because you are, well, a Homunculus."

"A Homu-what?"

"A Homunculus. You were once like me, until someone used Human Transmutation on you. You lost all that you had." After seeing the look in the boy's eyes, he quickly thought up something to cheer him up. "But don't worry! We'll get through this, and you will remember everything!" He paused after he heard a knock on the door. "Shit, Riza is here...Act like you are fine and you know who you are! No doubt she will come check on you." He pulled the blankets over Ed's marked body. "And don't let her see those marks! I'll explain later." Another fierce knock. "I'm coming!"

Roy ran to the door and opened it to find that his suspicions were right. She did bring him extra paperwork. "Move! I can't hold these forever!" She abruptly pushed past Roy and went to set the stack in the living room. She turned and glanced at Ed. "Edward, are you all right? How are you feeling? Are you hurt?"

She can act just like a mother sometimes. Somehow he trusted Roy, and did exactly what he was told. "I'm fine!" He sputtered.

She knew something was wrong, but she didn't bother to persue it any further. She would just shoot the information out of Roy when he goes back to work. So she left without saying a word, and when the door shut, they heaved a sigh of relief.

Roy glanced at Ed for a quick second. "If they find out about you, they are liable to take you to the labs, and trust me, you don't want to go there." He shuffled through a newspaper. "Huh? I didn't read about this..."

"Read about what?"

Roy scanned the artical in annoyance, that soon turned into fear. "Ghost sightings..." He licked his lips and began reading the artical. "There have been sightings of people who were thought to be dead. Victims say that one of them had a X-shaped scar above his eyes, some to identify him as Scar, the State Alchemist Murderer. Others say they saw General Bosque Grande near a warehouse in the northern part of the city. Officials believe that this may be bigger than they thought. They suspect this to be connected with the kidnappings. Still unsure, they refuse to action until they know what they're up against." Roy shook his head. Ed leaned back and closed his eyes.

Not wanting to start a fire, Roy took his gloves off and left them on the end table. Taking the document that Riza had brought, he eyed the first few pages. Just as he thought. These mostly have to do with the ghost stories. He began signing the pointless papers, skimming the files to know what he was signing, and stopped at an interesting file. What was this?

All of our firearms have gone missing. As far as our security goes, these are the recordings up to date.

Tuesday, September 5th

Nothing odd happening, as ussual.

Wednsday, September 6th

We apprehended a few trespassers today. They said they were lost, but I know that's a bunch of bullshit. They have no ID, and we are currently holding them captive while we scan through our files. We have yet to find out who they are.

Thursday, September 7th

The trespassers are still under examination, but I have no idea as to why it is taking so long. How hard is it to look through some files?

Friday, September 8th

Several of our security men were found dead. They were cut to ribbons. Also, the unidentified trespassers have gone missing. Looks like someone broke them out. We are trying desperatly to calm the situation, but so far, no success.

Saturday, September 9th

Our firearms are gone! The 5 security guards that were guarding them were shot dead. Only one remains, and is in critical condition. The last thing he said before we escorted him to the medic was "Brigadier General Hughes...He took the weapons...Stop him..."

We are requesting permission to persue this further.

Roy crumpled up the paper. "What, are they crazy!?" He slammed his fist against the floor. Soon the sound of alarms started going off. Of course. Today is September 10th, and things will get worse. He got up and grabbed his coat. "FullMetal, you are to stay here!"

Ed looked at him questioningly.

"Edward, I need you to stay here. I have to attend to something, but I'll be back. Just don't go anywhere!"

Ed nodded as Roy ran out the door.

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First Person View Starts Here!

Not bad, for a bastard. But Scar, that sounds so familiar. I'm a dog of the Military, Edward Elric. My rank is Major. Roy Mustang is my commanding officer, Colonel, I think it was? My job isn't bad, I get access to all the alchemy books that normal people can't. Hmmm, what was it like? It all seems a bit clearer now. Colonel Roy Mustang, Flame Alchemist. The secret to his alchemy? The gloves that he wears. What was it they called them, Ignition Gloves? They're made of a special material, similar to flint, and the array on the back of the gloves. Just like that, the snap of his fingers and he can make the most brilliant explosions. The way he flicks his wrist. But those gloves. Huh?

End First Person View Here!

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Ed got up as fast as he could. "Stupid Colonel, how can you fight without gloves?" He ran around the room until he found a familiar pair of leather pants and a tank top. Then he put his boots on and his trademark red coat. He snatched the gloves off of the end table and ran out the door.

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Suspense! Me likes reviews! But really, how could Roy forget his gloves? He's useless without them! I suppose he could draw an array and steal Havoc's matches, but that's no fun! I'mma start the next chappie tonight! D

Oh yeah, and Ed hasn't remembered everything! Only bits and pieces of his military life, but he's getting there! Reviews for teh poor!? Think about the kitties! w

And I fixed the General's name and the way Roy's gloves worked, thankyou E.Mahiru and Grace Mustang for pointing that out! ;